R. C. Sproul writes, “Men are never duly touched and impressed with a conviction of their insignificance, until they have contrasted themselves with the majesty of God

I wonder how Joseph felt in prison, innocent. I wonder how he felt when his own brothers rejected him. I wonder how David felt when his brothers laughed at him when he said he was going to kill the giant that dared to defy the God of Israel. How did he feel when he spent 13 years hiding in caves, running for his life when he had every right to sit on the throne in his own Kingdom. How did Moses feel while shepherding sheep knowing he gave up a life of palace luxury. 

I see a backdrop of colors, light, and darkness melting into one in an asian jungle sunset. 

A tiny seemingly insignificant creature buzzes around a field of colors sprouting, waving in the breeze.

As the cold air starts to frost and freeze a picturesque scene of woods and sky, a water's reflection, frozen in time.

Changes occurring every second of everyday, constantly moving, ever revolving seemingly leaving us behind.

Seasons come and go.

Waves crash upon the shores of time washing away what was, slowly dragging away what is to come. 

Because He Lives

The fact that someone would die for you is sometimes a hard thing to process. The fact that someone who is God and man would not only die for you but rise again makes it even harder to believe. Isn't it unbelievable that someone would be crucified for you, bear such shame, be beaten, whipped and mocked just for you? Isn't it amazing that someone could say because I died and rose again your sins are forgiven, your burdens are mine, your sickness and diseases, your shame, your guilt is gone. Is it hard to believe that someone would say I love you, I did all this for you and all you have to do is simply believe. Amazing isn't it, just believe. Jesus came so you can have life and life more abundantly. It's not an easy life but one that despite life's difficulties we find hope, we find joy, we find peace through Jesus. It is hard to believe that this can be true. Yet, my life will never be the same because I believe and I'm sure yours won't be either. 

For Unto Us

~A poem based on Isaiah 9~

A great light shines bright

Though still in the darkness

We see

For brilliant is the glow

Showing the way before us

To increase in our joy

As we extend His light

Rejoice for great is what we now see

Can you perceive what the light reveals?

For unto us a child is born 

Unto us a Savior to the world

For unto us a Son is given

Unto us peace now be upon the earth

Break free, we now can break free

Oppression defeated

A new grace bestowed

Our yoke now lighter

So wonderful we can now behold

A Mighty God, an Everlasting Father
For now we have a Savior for our world

Merry Christmas!! Have a blessed 2017 New Year filled with God's fulfilling and loving favor!

An Overcoming Faith

I miss my dad. As I read through his writings, Revelation 21:7 is one that my Father has typed up in bold on one page. “He that overcomes shall inherit all things, him shall I call my son, he will call me my God.” As I read further I am reminded of what my Father stood for. He was a person who knew where he came from, what he was about and where he was going. Forever, my Father is a hero in my eyes. An overcomer. My Father fiercely believed in the promises of the Word of God. He knew the life that pours out through God’s word, he knew the love that carries us all as the Word became flesh and dwelt among us. My father knew that one step of faith on his behalf would allow a lifetime of seeing God’s faithfulness in all circumstances. He knew of the life of an overcomer. By faith, he overcame and succeeded in a world that would have loved to slap a label on his life, family and circumstances and placed it all neatly into a little box. He knew by God’s grace he had overcome, he had ventured near and far across the world, studied at a doctorate level, lived life fully knowing he was going to make an impact in this world serving others. Despite coming from a small, tiny, little known island in the middle of the Indian ocean. Everyone in this world will always be just a little too self involved, too worried about our own, too consumed in our routines, too in love with our own, too comfortable that we may overlook, underestimate, or ignore what may not really intersect into our spheres. Reading through what my Father writes, I hear once again his voice, his words, his heart. He knew he could live life easily just making money for self and family. Yet, my Father knew he would gain a deeper, greater joy from serving the Lord. Doing the difficult, the less esteemed work of ministering, teaching the Bible, preaching the Good News of the Gospel of peace. I will never forget how my father would say with faithful determination and a calm peace that there was truly no greater joy than in serving the Lord.  He would say this as I knew my Dad was suffering in pain as cancer spread and metastasized through his body as he preserved in Sri Lanka.

I read chapter 21 of the book of Revelation and verse 4 & 5 states, “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.” There is not a day that goes past that in some way memories of my Father are present. If I dwell on it too long tears would surely spill down my cheeks and the throbbing stabbing pains in my heart would probably start up again. Grief is so strange. It lingers, it waxes and wanes, it subsides but it never ever goes away. Yet, we have this pain because we were able to have such great joy in our lives as our Father’s daughters. We had such a great Father and I am ever so grateful as I grow and live in this world where this has become such a rarity. The most precious inheritance my Father left us with was our faith. Our Dad and Mom taught us to pray, to read the Bible, the value our faith, our hope, our belief in a saving grace. This faith in the unfailing love of Jesus, our hope in the saving grace of our Lord has been at the very center of our lives ever since. This is why I read verse 4 and 5 of Rev 21 and it gives me peace, hope and joy. Knowing that one day there will be no more tears, no more pain. Reading further in the New International Version translation it states, ‘to the thirsty I will give water without cost from the spring of the water of life’. At the center point of my Father’s life was his thirst for the Lord, to serve the Lord, to know the Lord more and to share the love of the Lord with others. This faith in Jesus is for those willing to put aside ourselves, for those who let our souls thirst after a living God (Psalms 42:1-2) and those who hold fast to our faith. Faith in a God who is loving, faith in a grace that saves us. ‘Those that are victorious, those who overcome shall inherit all things, and I will be their God and they will be my children’(Rev 21:7).